I love Orwell’s essays, and would include them among my all-time favourite books (his essay on Dickens is a masterpiece), but suspect he was unpleasant company. He disliked women and had a streak of sexual sadism, which comes through strongly in the novels.
Tolstoy was, apparently, an overbearing bully. And Hemingway was a bully and a braggart. Two big no nos. I don’t think I’d have liked Byron, Milton or J R R Tolkien either.
Robert Graves was a hero until I saw him interviewed and found him rude and unpleasant. Actually I admire all those First World War poets. I’d love to have met Sassoon and Wilfred Owen.
I wonder what Blake was like in person. From what I’ve read he seems to have been very kind and gentle, not at all the crazy visionary.
I admire Sylvia Plath, but I don’t think I’d have liked her. She was intimidatingly clever, and also impatient with mediocre people like me. Ted Hughes was quite a shy, soft spoken man, so it would have been interesting to meet them when they first married and observe the dynamics.
I suspect Chaucer was good company - broad-minded and ironic. Same goes for Henry Fielding. I’d be amazed if Dickens turned out to be an arseh*le. The mind behind the novels feels so humane and good.
Virginia Woolf was probably polite but in a cold, aloof, slightly mocking way.
I think I’d have liked Thomas Hardy, Joseph Conrad, Ford Maddox Ford and E M Forster. And I’m sure I’d have liked Kurt Vonnegut and Borges.
Proust was a brilliant conversationalist, apparently. And so, of course, was Oscar Wilde. I’d love to have met Wilde. Those who knew him all said he was immensely kind.
I bet Jane Austen was great company - urbane and funny and gossipy (but not bitchy or cruel).
I’d love to have met Bertrand Russell, who comes across as immensely kind and funny in his essays. P. G. Wodehouse was a sweetheart for sure, and so was John Betjeman.
Larkin has a bad reputation, but there is immense tenderness and sympathy behind a lot of his poems. He was grouchy and snobby and depressed, but probably good company after a drink or two.
I think I’d have liked WH Auden. Tennyson was said to be gloomy and up his own backside. I like Shelley’s poems, but in person i think I’d have preferred Keats.